"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Saturday, April 11, 2020

The April full moon

Incredible is the moon's beauty in its
Pale bright appearance as it
Appears settled upon illumined
Rocks of pale bright limestone.

The giant Oak still devoid of 
Emerald leaves stands in awe.
It’s pale flowers in full bloom
Catch the glow of the tranquil moon. 

Earth below is pale too from the
Widespread terror of a novel virus.
But what calamity could take away 
The beauty and serenity of this night?

O dear moon! spread the grace of
Your healing rays to suffering earth. 
Let your calm pellucid light heal
The disease-stricken soul of mankind.


4. 7. 2020


Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Earth’s Spark Of Life



All that sustains our planet earth, 
Is part of a grand arrangement.
All the life nurtured by the earth is
Part of a greater movement.

Our being is just a tiny part of 
That wider universe, of a Cosmos
Still so unknown and mystical.

Earth’s spark of life is lit by a more
Sublime and vast fire of life burning
In a wider realm of consciousness.

Life here is an evolution
And our soul grows day by day,
By our work and experience
Towards a much more rewarding life.

In a fragile, mortal frame
A timeless spirit treading
The path of time and place.


On The Cross Roads



The players of yesteryears
Transformed in the players of today-
Confused and disoriented are
Memory games, being played
Upon mind’s mysterious field.

Blackened is the canvas of life,
Ghostly shadows stare in eyes.
In the alleys of the blinding darkness
Was there ever a bright home,
Filled with the golden sunshine?

The only truth of my existence-
Is this melancholic moment,
Clamped to my tortured self,
Can discern not from dream to reality
Frozen in cold eternity.

Savita Tyagi
Jan 2020

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Random Thought 62

Living in the world of thought
Try to find an escape route.

Excellence is a choice
That requires a sincere effort

Going beyond requires
Grace from beyond.


Random Thought 61 ( Evil )

Random Thought 61 ( Evil )

Evil doesn’t reign alone
It has its own comrades 
To assist in vendetta.

Encroached by fear
Their soul goes in regression
Knows not right from wrong.